Just a Matter of Inflicting and Accepting

                                                                                     

I ain’t writing this piece to bash Mayweather. I can’t call him names because I already did that after the fight—and that’d be too much of a flattery for him. I ain’t writing this to expose how dirty he is, coz you saw the whole thing. I’m writing this as a concerned citizen, watching things on my own way of perspective. Hope I ain’t killing your joy (say what?).

I hate boxing. I really do. But I would be doomed if I can’t witness the ‘fight of the century’. I mean, I’m a Filipino, why shouldn’t I give our champ a cheer?  

Bottomline, I enjoyed the whole thing. Not the drama. Not the challenge. Not the filthy way of a game the other one had played. I enjoyed and had fun watching both of them accept and absorb each and every punch (although one was chickened). I enjoyed watching both of them in pain. Well, what they had felt should be a pain in the ass. But it’s with the pride and dignity they say.

The thing is, what I felt at that very moment was not as usual as others might say. Guess what, I was waiting bloodbath, that crimson flow of hot liquid gushing down from their head butted eyes to their red and sullen cheeks. But enough of this crap.

Now, just let me relay things out in the lager scope. I know that ‘twas not just me. I mean, lots of us want to see pain. See violence. That one knockout punch. Lots of us want to see lots of other people in the brink of grief and agony.

And honestly, I just can’t understand why lots of people do things their own way, even if it means aggravating the other. I just can’t get it why lots of individuals go astray just to dig deeper for their own graves. I mean, the reason of your existence will be put in great jeopardy if that’s the case.

On the other note, I still can’t fathom the reason why most people indulge themselves in pain. In violence. In that war freaking thing. I just can’t get it why lots of other people enter the realms of the unimaginable pain just to contribute for one array of race from another. Come on! We’re humans, not chickens or dogs or whatever. The hell were they doing that for? Fame perhaps? Or for the recognition?

Nonetheless, these things are, no matter how darn hard we try to convince ourselves that it does not exist, it does. And it is, in one way or another, happening normally. Not just in boxing, but everywhere. You can’t hide inside your nutshell not to witness things first hand.

Oh! And I am not exempted. I shall never be. Because I enjoy things like that. I feel the fun watching people feel pain. But I ain’t a sadist nor a masochist or anything in between. I am a normal individual in a pure dynamic, violent environment. I am in between clinging on the matter of inflicting and accepting pain.